The Savannah tribune. [volume] (Savannah [Ga.]) 1876-1960, 1887-09-10

her. She was singing little Provencal
love song, taught her by produce-ven-
der, and as the newcomers paused to
listen, she said:
"Will you please to teach me song
that do not know9"
''You will FIRST have TO sing me the
ones you know, my little girl, 50 that l
may be sure of teaching you one that
you do not
"And win you stay to hear them all, +"
eagerly asked Minette.
II think SO, and the lady sat down in
garden chair in the shade of laurel
bush, and folded her hands to listen.
Minette sang her very best, and she
sang ON and on, until her power of voice
and memory were marvel to her
listeners At last, as she began the last
of her baby lullabys, the lady burst into
tears, and reckoning to her husband,
who was pacing up and down the gravel
walk near by, she said
''This is the child that I have set my
heart upon. can be content with no
other. Come here, little one, and we
will be to you father and mother
Mr.. and Mrs. Louis were the kindest
of parents to the little founding, and
she proved herself to be valuable sun
beam in their home All the people on
the estate loved the bright, cheerful
thoughtful young girl, and her life was
a useful as well as happy one.
When all the premises Of her beautiful,
budding womanhood seemed surest,
death took from her in one week her
loving foster parents, and then it became
known that they had neglected to make
provision for her support.
The relations and heirs Of her adopted
parents offered her home with them,
and there were several suitors for her
hand in marriage, bat mo-" she said,
II will go back to the dear old hospital
that gave me home in my babyhood.
l have been told many times that l have
a genius for nursing; there are always
sick babies needing attention and why
should l not make myself useful?"
So back to the dear old founding hos
pital went the sweet young girl, with her
lovely face, her bird-like voice, her
sunny disposition, and her affectionate
heart, intent on making some other chill
dren as happy as she had been made |
herself.
"Of course I regret the loss of my
foster parents and Of their beautiful
home, she said one day to the matron,
'but / should poorly repay all their
kindness did not shed abroad some Of
The sweetness they were continually !
pouring into my life all the blessed years
[ lived with them
"But if you stay here and have charge I
Of the little ones you will be obliged to
wear a cap and apron-that is one Of the |
I shall consider myself honored by
wearing the garb that has been worn by
so many noble women. / hope it will
become me as well as it did old Babette
and that shall wear it with as sweet a
grace"
"Well, go your way" said the matron
with tears on her cheeks, ''you always
lad your own sweet viii with every one
from the time you were kicking, crow
ing baby. Go you and sit there on
your little circle of turf by the Hebe
statue and sing your songs to the wee
ones"
Minette obeyed and as she sang song
after song with the children huddled
about her a stout, heavily bearded man
came up the walk and paused near
the ancient laurel bush
Are you still looking for the father
and mother from China, Sunette" he
asked presently.
'They came long since, DR.. Octave.
I had them while they tarried here
They have gone on to better land"
"And now your voice has brought
husband if you will have him"
Minette glanced up There was look
in the mars face no maiden could mis-
take.
'.You hardly know me-" she fal
tered.
~ have never lost sight Of you, my |